Beautiful poem by portuguese writer Fernando Pesso

"One day most of us will be separated.
We will miss all conversations thrown out
the discoveries we made, the dreams we had,
of so many laughs and moments we shared.

To miss the moments of tears, anguish, of
eve of the end-of-week of the year-end, so ...
lived the companionship.

I always thought that friendships continue forever.

Today I'm not so sure.

Soon each goes to his side, either
by fate or by some
disagreement, follows his life.

We may continue to find us, who knows ... the cards
We will exchange.

We can talk on the phone and say some nonsense ...
There, the days will pass, months ... years ... until this contact
becoming increasingly rare.

Let's get lost in time ...

One day our children see our photographs and
ask:
Who are those people?

Shall we say ... they were our friends and ... it will hurt so much!

- They were my friends, it was with them that I lived so many good
years of my life!

A miss will tighten within the chest.
Will entice you call, hear those voices again ...

When our group is incomplete ...
We will meet for a final farewell to a friend.

And tearfully embrace we will.
So, we promise we meet more often
from that day forward.

Finally, each goes to his side to continue to live
its secluded life of the past.

And we lose we will in time ...

So here is a request of this humble friend: no
let life
pass blank, and small adversities are the cause of
big storms ...

I could bear, though not without pain, which had
died all my loves, but go crazy if they died
all my friends!"